The Echo Grid: Tales of a Whisper

Remember when the stars blinked twice? Of course you don't. Only shadows keep such secrets.

They say the river hums a tune in a foreign tongue. Curious, isn't it, how the reeds dance?

Ever tried to catch a memory in your hands? I hear they're fragile as mist and twice as elusive.

The clock's tick has a rhythm of its own, outside time. Sometimes we join in its silent waltz.

Voices echo off walls unseen, mapped only in dreams. Whisper something and let them hear.

Do you feel the ground pulse? Below us lies an ancient heartbeat, unaware of its own rhythm.